According to the information on Native-Land.ca, the home in which we now live is located on the ancestral lands of the
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At an international scale, the United Nations has adopted a Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.
The United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples (UNDRIP) was adopted by the General Assembly on Thursday, 13 September 2007, by a majority of 144 states in favour, 4 votes against (Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the United States) and 11 abstentions (Azerbaijan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Burundi, Colombia, Georgia, Kenya, Nigeria, Russian Federation, Samoa and Ukraine).Click here to view the voting record.
Years later the four countries that voted against have reversed their position and now support the UN Declaration. Today the Declaration is the most comprehensive international instrument on the rights of indigenous peoples. It establishes a universal framework of minimum standards for the survival, dignity and well-being of the indigenous peoples of the world and it elaborates on existing human rights standards and fundamental freedoms as they apply to the specific situation of indigenous peoples.
Today, as we honor North America's Indigenous People, and approach the end of this election season, I'm choosing to be encouraged by how far we've come as a "New World" nation rather than be discouraged by how far we still have to go to fully honor treaties with and rights of our fellow humans. Lt. Governor Flanagan provides very helpful perspectives in the article linked above. Please read it.
Trail of Tears: Our Removal
By Linda Hogan
With lines unseen the land was broken.When surveyors came, we knewwhat the prophet had said was true,this land with unseen lines would be taken.So, you who live there now,don't forget to love it, thank itthe place that was once our forest,our ponds, our mosses,the swamplands with birds and more lowly creatures.As for us, we walked into the military strength of hungerand war for that land we still dream.As the ferry crossed the distance,or as the walkers left behind their loved ones,think how we took with us our cats and kittens,the puppies we loved. We were innocent of what we faced,along the trail. We took clothing, dishes,thinking there would be something to start a new life,believing justice lived in the world,and the horses, so many,one by one stolen, taken by the many thievesSo have compassion for that land at least.Every step we took was one away from the songs,old dances, memories, some of us dark and not speaking English,some of us white, or married to the dark, or children of translatorsthe half-white, all of us watched by America, all of uslonging for trees for shade, homing, rooting,even more for food along the hunger way.You would think those of us born laterwould fight for justice, for peace,for the new land, its trees being taken.You would thinkthe struggle would be overbetween the two worlds in this placethat is now our knowledge,our new belonging, our being,and we'd never again care for the notion of mapsor American wars, or the god of their sky,thinking of those things we were forced to leave behind,living country, stolen home,the world measured inch by inch, mile by mile,hectares, all measurements, even the trail of our tears.With all the new fierce light, heat, droughtthe missing water, you'd thinkin another red century, the old wisdommight exist if we considered enoughthat even before the new beliefswe were once whole,but now our bodies and minds remainthe measured geography.
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